Gemotions

He stared at the peeling wallpaper in the hallway, the patterns blurring before his tear-filled eyes. He didn't want this house. He didn't want any of this. The sheer emptiness of the rooms, the hollow sounds of his own footsteps, it was too much. He was supposed to be happy.

He had been pulling at a loose piece of the wallpaper, and it revealed a small crack. He ran his fingers along the edge, and the entire panel gave way, revealing a doorway he hadn't noticed before. He walked inside, and the door closed behind him with a soft click. The gloom seemed to press in on him, as though it were a physical weight.